Time in the Woods


In the woods

Does not go by appointments

Or schedules or to-do’s–

Time goes by the

Lengthening of shadows,

The quickening of the breeze,

The warming of the sun,

The melting of the ice.

Bellies rumbling,

Freckles encroaching.

Time is not sand through an hourglass–

It is sand eroded off the riverbank,

The falling of leaves and

Blossoming of buds,

Thoughts dissipating like clouds.

I used to feel sorry for the birds that only lived a few years,

But a day in the woods is a month in a world of to-do’s

And four walls,

Now so far away.

As water bottles lighten and boys mark their territories,

The shadows chase the sun and catch up to the moon.

Time ebbs and flows downstream,

Captured in river rocks toted home in my daughter’s backpack,

Sunshine in her pink cheeks.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s